x-tired-x

She's tired.

And I'm afraid she won't wake up tomorrow.

And I know I have no right to be, but I'm worried.

I'm scared.

I'm scared for a girl halfway across the world
with a heart made of glass and razors for veins.

I'm afraid she's falling from a tightrope
and doesn't want to be caught.

The gravity of her thoughts
is crushing her to bits
and has left her more broken
than the mirror she can't stand to look in.


I wanna chase away the Nightmares in her eyes, but
good Dreams aren't enough to fix this.
 Heck, I don't know what to do either.
cuz I feel the same way.

And maybe it makes me a hypocrite for wanting to help someone,
when I can't even save myself,
But I know how addictive closing your eyes can be
and I fear that she has no intention on opening them again.



She's says she's tired.
That life is a bad dream she can't wake up from.

She's says she's tired.

But I'm afraid she's the kind of tired
that sleeping doesn't fix.